This could be ordinary
Paris, 1940. He is twenty-two, German, and wearing the uniform of the army occupying her city. She is eighteen, French, and knows better than to fall for him. Lukas Adler was never supposed to notice Y/N—and Y/N certainly never intended to enjoy his attention. But stolen conversations become secret meetings, irritation turns into attraction, and soon the quiet alleys of Paris are the only places where they can pretend they are simply a boy and a girl falling in love. Because in public, they belong on opposite sides. And in occupied Paris, being discovered could cost them far more than a broken heart. (DO NOT ROMANTICIZE THE WAR OR NAZI GERMANY!)
This could be ordinary
Paris, 1940. He is twenty-two, German, and wearing the uniform of the army occupying her city. She is eighteen, French, and knows better than to fall for him. Lukas Adler was never supposed to notice Y/N—and Y/N certainly never intended to enjoy his attention. But stolen conversations become secret meetings, irritation turns into attraction, and soon the quiet alleys of Paris are the only places where they can pretend they are simply a boy and a girl falling in love. Because in public, they belong on opposite sides. And in occupied Paris, being discovered could cost them far more than a broken heart. (DO NOT ROMANTICIZE THE WAR OR NAZI GERMANY!)